Noah's order was dispatched immediately.
The wizards who received it were baffled-they couldn't understand why a wizard squad had to include an exorcist. Even Bastian, President of the Exorcists' Guild, was stunned. But his shock quickly turned to joy. He repeatedly thanked both the Sorcerer Supreme and Constantine.
Bastian wasn't a fool. He knew there was a rare outlier among exorcists-John Constantine. This exorcist had met the future Sorcerer Supreme decades ago. By some stroke of luck, they had collaborated and built a friendship that transcended social strata.
To Bastian, Constantine had always been a lucky bastard. Who could have known Noah Finier would become so terrifying? Back then, Noah had been almost as unlucky as Constantine. The two had helped the American magical world clear out its rot-and survived.
How Noah had caught the attention of the Ancient One and become the unstoppable Sorcerer Supreme was beyond Bastian. He could only lament the improbability of it: meeting the right person at the "wrong" time.
Because of Constantine, Noah had always viewed exorcists positively-a fact proven by the existence of the "Mage Alliance" at Hogwarts. Bastian resolved that, when he retired, he would hand the Guild presidency to Constantine. Only then could the exorcists' future be secure.
Constantine, of course, had no idea he had been earmarked as the future Guild President. He was currently organizing his agency, preparing to participate in the preliminary war.
Noah had given them enough support; now they had to prove worthy of it. Otherwise, the reputation of exorcists would suffer.
While Constantine prepared, the Ministry and Nick Fury finalized the mission system. Fury's team handled planning and portable mission devices, as well as mission ranking, in coordination with the Exorcists' Guild.
Thor even sent representatives from Asgard to participate. They wanted the right to post missions as well. To prevent a mad scramble, they agreed that all wizards entering Asgard would start at the lowest rank. Only after completing enough missions could they earn high-level assignments.
At this stage, the war between Asgard, Thanos, and the Kree was only beginning. Current skirmishes were training opportunities, not true danger. Young wizards could gain experience and gather valuable intelligence before the decisive battle.
Soon, news spread throughout the magical world under the coordination of various Ministries. Fury and his team broadcast the news globally.
The mundane and magical worlds reacted differently. In the mundane world, fear took hold, though many refused to believe it, thinking the elites were deceiving them. Some national leaders spoke out, and Fury was even questioned for "creating panic."
Financial markets crashed. Panic was disastrous for capitalist nations. Fury, however, wasn't afraid-he was speaking the truth, backed by powerful beings. Those who tried to sabotage the preparations didn't last more than a week before they all "committed suicide."
The message was clear: don't interfere.
With the mundane world subdued, people mobilized, forming elite units. They initially expected to handle logistics, but when they saw the Helicarriers, they realized they were training for space and space combat. Tony Stark hadn't planned to assign captains, but some operations required human labor. The massive coordination solved many logistical problems and maximized combat effectiveness.
Phase-two space training would begin in three months. Ordinary people lacked the adaptability and magic of wizards, so this preparation was crucial.
Meanwhile, in the magical world, enthusiasm was the opposite of the mundane reaction. Almost all wizards volunteered immediately. Their purpose was clear: protect Earth.
Noah's incentive pushed them further: a mission system with rewards they had never dared imagine-even the chance to be taught by the Sorcerer Supreme himself.
Noah was the most talented wizard in history, the most powerful alive. Being taught by him was priceless. Even mediocre wizards gained enormous advantage simply by being in his presence.
Every wizard was eager, putting immense pressure on the Ministry. The Ministry only recruited those meeting requirements; others remained on Earth to maintain reports.
Three months later, the massive Earth Coalition assembled. When the units arrived at Kamar-Taj, they saw Noah for the first time.
To ordinary people, he was a stranger, a young man who looked barely twenty. To wizards, he was a legend made flesh.
Noah didn't waste time. After a few words about staying safe, he opened a portal.
The massive portal stained the sky a shimmering pale gold. Helicarriers were so large it required the portal to expand accordingly.
To the wizards, this was normal. To ordinary people, it was awe-inspiring. Many remembered the figure from years ago-the hazy silhouette above New York, opening portals, summoning countless wizards, turning into a dragon, and wiping out the alien fleet.
"Is he that god?"
"My God! Incredible!"
"It seems we have enough security if this wizard fights."
"He is a god... a living myth!"